The Energy

But for a measure of loneliness made impotent, who from loneliness is free?

That in its confinement, its permanent disabling is what the heart desires,

Aside the anguish and fear of the loss of one’s presence, perfectly loved,

Yet, in the coveting of death, the ultimate end to the pain and misery of it,

A truer friend is found, the self then is less doubted, its resilience fore-armed.

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